Machiathemarshwiggle
First Mate
Fish's heart skipped a beat. Machia's few minutes of inability to speak didn't take her by too much surprise, as he was often few with his words and made weird gurgling noises with his throat when he saw anyone else eating one of his precious apples, but this time was different.
She waited a few more second for him to speak again, but he seemed to be having trouble finding words, and finally the silence became to awkward for her.
"Aye, matey... Those were good times..." she said nervously. Finally she gave up finding words and turned her head to watch Twilight and PotW.
"Arrr... Aye they were." Machia agreed, while sweating more than a new recruit on their first day of training with the Twilight Terror. "Gar... An'... Ye know Fish.. While we were sittin' there in the jail cell... Sometimes feelin' like we were as good as dead... I.... You...." The First Mate stuttered, looking for the right word... Finally he gave up all attempts at the eloquent words he had practiced so many times in front of his cabin mirror and said what he was trying to say in the best way he knew how...
"Arrrr... Ye know, all me life I've searched the world...s fer the perfect apple. Gar, I've looked fer the perfect apple which would bring me joy an' fill me up in a way no apple had ever before... The apple of me eye... But I never found it... And then it was when I was sittin' in that jail cell with you that I realized... For the first time then an' then every day after that... Every second since then... I realized that I didn't need ter look fer my apple anymore... Because ye..." Machia smiled... "Ye be the apple of me eye. The one who I want beside me the rest of me sailin' days on this Earth. I love ye!"
"Arrr, so Fish... Would ye do me the honor o' becoming me first mate fer the rest o' time? Will ye marry me?"